Frederick Owl – On the Day he Arrived
Frederick Owl flew in today, hearing I had a nest of bees he came to pay me a visit. Unfortunately he had heard wrong and it was a wasps’ nest nearby, not bees.
He seemed so forlorn; flying in with his huge trunk of memories, I asked did he have anywhere to stay for the night. He shook his head so I offered him a quiet corner by the fire.
He slowly unpacked his trunk, placed his nightcap on his head, before sitting on the broken branch. By the way he twitched his head I knew he wanted to talk. I sat close to the fire, placed a blanket over my knees and prepared to listen.
It was Emily he loved, but, he was an owl and she was a lady, a lady who loved his friend the beekeeper.
They had wanted to marry but could not afford to because the beekeeper’s bees kept dying. Each season, it never changed he would lose hive after hive until one night Frederick heard his beloved Emily crying. Her heart was breaking; her true love was leaving to find work.
Frederick knew what to do in that very moment he would find out what was happening to the bees. Taking only what he needed, some blank books to fill, a feather to write with, a spare waistcoat, the time, and his love’s likeness with a rose from her garden, he started his journey…